***Serena***
I come around again to the strange and rather awful sensation of someone digging painfully around in my neck. I jump a little in brief shock and David the doctor brings his hands away from me at once, putting them both up in front of me as I turn to look at him in surprise. I am still laying on the same sofa in the reception room.
"Miss Landry, you have regained consciousness, that is good news," he says, sounding relieved. He gestures with his right hand to a swab he is holding onto; the colour of which makes me feel a little uneasy, "I was just cleaning your wound after I inserted a line into your left arm. It is a simple saline drip which ought to help you feel a little better. The antibiotics have been requested and someone will be able to collect them in two hours."
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